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eyes stared at me through the screen. I longed to touch him and feel his skin on mine, even more now that I could see him. Why did the trip to Paris have to be so long?
    "I want to see all of you," he said. "Take off your clothes."
    I hesitated. What if he took a snapshot and blackmailed me with it? And then I mocked myself with inner ridicule. What could he possibly need from me to warrant blackmail? Money? Definitely not. "Should I?" I replied, raising a brow. I tried to play coy, but I knew that in a few minutes, I'd be lying on the bed with my legs spread out, eager to let him see all of me. The thought made me wet.
    "I'd spank you right now if I could, Scarlet. We'll have to save that for later. Don't test me."
    My pussy clenched tighter at the notion of another spanking. I'd be disobedient when they were away, and when they came back, they'd give me all sorts of wonderful 'punishments'.
    "Why don't you take off your shirt, sir? It's not fair if I have to do it alone."
    He growled at my defiance. "Do what I say, or you'll hate it when the Paris trip ends."
    Oh, I'd like it; I'd love it a lot. Getting tired of teasing him, I smiled and unbuttoned my shirt.
    "Do it slowly. You're touching yourself as a show for me. Let me enjoy it." His hungry eyes scanned over the sight of my lusty behavior.
    I obeyed and took off my shirt slowly, starting to feel like a dirty stripper—it was a good feeling. All I could think about was how much better it'd be if Riley was here in person to fuck me himself. Once my shirt came off, I wandered my hands to my breasts, giving them a light squeeze before moving them to the back to unclasp my bra.
    He took in a sharp breath as my bra slipped off my shoulders to reveal my already-hardened nipples.
    "Now, the skirt," he said.
    I lifted myself to my knees and turned around so my ass faced him. I leisurely reached around, took the back zipper in my fingers, and unzipped myself.
    I dragged my panties off and laid on my back, spreading my pussy wide open, so Riley had a full view of it. He let out a growl of approval.
     As my fingers danced their way down my stomach and to my wet folds, Riley said, "Stop. Don't touch yourself yet. There's a plug in the drawer of the side table to the left of you."
    A plug?
    I searched the drawer for whatever he was referring to until I came across a pink, phallic object. A butt plug. My insides coiled as I thought about what he was about to ask me to do.
    "Stick it up your ass," he ordered, a sly smirk spreading across his cheek.
    The object was medium-sized, with the girth of the twins' cocks. "I don't know..."
    "Do it."
    I opened my legs again and reluctantly pushed the thing in, following his instructions. I didn't have to. I could've dropped it back into the drawer and ended the call. But I didn't want to. I wanted Riley to have control of me, to dictate my every action. Thinking about it made my walls throb harder with need.
    I moaned as the plug slipped into my crevice. I stared at Riley and imagined it was his cock that had entered me.
    "You can touch yourself now."
    I shoved my middle finger into my slit unceremoniously and began to massage my insides.
    "Use two fingers."
    My index finger went in as soon as he asked for it. I arched my back to the pleasure and moved my hips into my digits. The plug and my fingers weren't enough to bring me satisfaction. I needed to have the cocks of the twins buried into me, both fucking me in tandem.
    Riley watched as I pleasured myself in heat. "Good. Fuck yourself."
    Having Riley there, his eyes exploring the way I rutted, made the experience more pleasurable by tenfold.
    "I need to come, Riley, please," I said, tears brimming in my eyes.
    "No , not yet ."
    I strained myself, trying to hold it in as it threatened to burst through. "I can't."
    "Not yet."
    I threw my head back and cried out in pleasure as my climax hit me. Both my walls pulsed as my body shuddered. I bucked toward the bed. My cries soon lowered into a mere